Anonymous said: I was wondering if you could do a prompt where Simmons trips in the lab and skye over reacts and tries to accident proof of the bus, to the annoyance of everyone on board ? Like pre skimmons too so Jemma doesn't know why she's doing it. Maybe a kiss?
Maybe it was the fact that people around them are constantly dangerous. Maybe it was the fact that on occasion they would be shot at. Maybe it was the fact that the nature of their jobs were just dangerous. Or maybe it was fact that she jumped out of a plane that one time.
Sheesh, it was that one time.
No. It wasn't that one time. Skye could've lost Jemma. She could've lost her friend. Someone she actually cared about was willing to sacrifice herself so that everyone on the team would be safe. It wasn't just that one time.
Maybe that's where Skye started to overreact. But is it really an overreaction?
Either way, Jemma is finishing her samples and stacks them on the table before checking to see if the fridge had the right temperature.
"Hey Jem, we're going to eat dinner soon, are you ready?" Skye asks as she sticks her head into the lab.
"Of course, just one moment, I have to make sure that these cultures are in the fridge," Jemma responds as she reaches for the stack of petri dishes. "What're we having for dinner tonight?"
"I think Ward said he cooked meatloaf, but I don't know if he is a cooking kind of guy, so just as a forewarning."
Jemma laughs at that and shuts the door to the fridge and takes off her gloves. "I believe we can give Agent Ward a little more credit than that." She turns to turn off a the lights on the table before giving her labone last glance over. "Looks like I am done."
The scientist didn't know what it was but she felt her foot get caught and before she could even react properly the ground came to meet her.
Skye nearly had a heart attack as she watched Jemma fall flat on her face. She rushes to Jemma's side and immediately helps her up.
"I'm alright, Skye," Jemma says sweetly as she picks herself off the ground with Skye's unrelenting help.
Skye felt a replay of the day Jemma had jumped out of the plane in the back of her mind again. She felt a sense of panick, which she couldn't describe the source of.
From that day, Skye had taken it upon herself to make the bus accident proof. And by accident proof, it was almost as if it was baby proof. Jemma didn't seem to notice it but everyone else did.
Ward noticed it first when he had gone into the kitchen and tried to make a sandwich. He had reached to open the fridge when he tugged a couple times and it wouldn't open. He looked at the side of the fridge and saw a little tab he had to press before opening it. He looked around the rest of the kitchen and saw of the cabinets basically had the same thing.
"Goddamnit."
Fitz had noticed it right when he walked into the lab. His gadgets had been reorganized and labeled as either dangerous or not. Additionally, some of the gadgets had been placed on an even higher shelf than before that were extremely dangerous.
"Who has touched my kingdom?!" Fitz practically screeches into the lab.
May had also noticed it as well as she exited the cockpit, there was a bright yellow sign telling her to watch her step. As she made her way through the bus, there were more signs that said the same thing. One of the signs, she actually didn't notice and as she turned the corner, it smacked her in the face.
"This is a problem."
"Coulson, you should talk to Skye," May simply said to him thereafter.
"Is there something wrong?" he asked completely clueless.
"The bus has been…baby proofed," the agent reported before leaving his office without another word.
"What makes her think its Skye?" he thought to himself.
Coulson didn't notice until some of his prize collectibles had gone missing. They didn't turn up until a day later…in a glass box with a note saying: DANGEROUS: YOU MAY NOT WANT TO TOUCH BECAUSE IT COULD BE ACTIVE, with Skye's handwriting.
"Ah, I see."
A few hours later Coulson makes his way down to the lab when he sees Simmons working while Skye is "working" alongside her.
Skye has her attention divided between her laptop and Simmons. It is most curious as every single movement Simmons makes, Skye has one foot on the ground ready to jump at any time.
Coulson knows that Simmons is generally a clumsy young girl. However, he didn't realize that it was of any concern. Especially coming from Skye. So as Jemma makes her way back from one of the cabinets she bumps into the corner of the table. Generally, if Coulson would walk by he would hear an expletive slip from Jemma. This time, he noticed two things: 1) Skye shot up from her seat and 2) there was something at the corner of the table.
Skye took a breath of relief as Jemma balanced herself. Jemma noticed that there was something at the corner of the table as well and proceeded to touch it. It looked soft. Skye smiled shyly as she agreed with something that Jemma had said.
Coulson notices what May meant by talking to Skye. A little later however, Simmons finds herself called into Coulson's office.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" Jemma asks as she enters his office.
"Simmons," he greets as he motions for her to take a seat. "How have you been feeling?"
Jemma looks uncomfortable as she sits down. She worries about if there is something she's done worse than jumping off of the bus. "I've been very good, sir," Jemma answers timidly.
"Have you noticed anything new?" he prodded. Jemma raises her eyebrows unconsciously as she shakes her head.
"Nothing really out of the ordinary. Is there something wrong sir?"
Coulson tries not to laugh at how Jemma doesn't notice the changes. They were glaringly obvious.
"It seems that Skye has taken the liberty to accident proof the bus," Coulson says and Jemma furrows her eyebrows. "We've all been wondering why she's done so. However, it seems that danger seems to be a common theme as we do have a relatively clumsy biologist on board."
"Excuse me sir, clumsy?" Jemma asks almost immediately in response to the word.
Coulson lets off a small knowing smile. "Yes. I don't know if you could talk to Skye—-"
"Me talk to Skye?" the scientist asks almost incredulously. "Sir, why should I be talking to Skye about her accident proofing the bus?"
"I've noticed that the only that it doesn't seem to bother or work quite well for is you. Additionally, it seems that since that time when you jumped out of the bus, Skye seems to have taken much more…care of you," her boss says cryptically. "I would suggest you talk to Skye about these accident proof items because they are infringing upon some of our personal property."
Jemma is still confused as to what was going on but she takes in Coulson's words and leaves his office to go talk to Skye. What was she going to say? What could she say? Was there something wrong with Skye? She had been around the lab more often. And extremely helpful. Especially the numerous times that Jemma has found herself bumping into corners, chairs, and almost dropping her test tubes.
I am not clumsy. Jemma thinks with a pout.
It was sweet of Skye to care. The real question though was: why was Skye being so sweet to her?
She wonders what she should say. She wonders how she could get Skye to stop…accident proofing the bus. She turns into Skye's pod, unbeknownest to her, she turns a little bit early and walks into the edge of the door way and hits her head.
Skye, who was working on her laptop in her bed, jumps at the sound and sees Jemma rubbing her head painfully. "Oh my god! Are you okay?" she asks as she jumps out of her bed.
"Oh, dear me," Jemma says with all the English reserve that she has. "I suppose I am a bit clumsy." She admits, knowing if Coulson was there that he would smile and nod.
"It's alright. Come on, sit down," Skye carefully guides her to her bed. "Hold on, let me get you some ice!" Before Jemma can protest, Skye darts out of the room towards the kitchen. There is a bit of clattering before Skye comes back with an icepack. She sits down next to Jemma and carefully places the icepack on her forehead. "Are you alright?" she asks her voice as tender as a nurturing mother.
Maybe it was the way that she pressed the ice pack to her head so carefully. Maybe it was the soothing tone of her voice. Maybe it was the proximity with which the scent of her shampoo was intoxicating: lavender with a hint of rose. Maybe it was her concerned brown eyes that seemed to open up her soul. Or maybe it was just because it was Skye.
Ever so concerned and caring Skye.
Jemma couldn't help but smile as she reached up and touched Skye's wrist softly. It just seemed logical, she supposed as she asks, "Skye, do you have a crush on me?"
Almost immediately, Skye flushes, from her neck up to her cheeks. She sputters and turns the ice pack over and over in her hands. She doesn't bring herself to look at Jemma as she tries to speak—-"I don't know what you're thinkin' Jem because it's not like that—-"
The scientist reaches out and stops Skye from shifting the ice pack. "You called me Jem," she says causing another wave of pinkness to grace Skye's face. She giggles at the hacktivist. "Sweetheart, it's perfectly okay. I like the way it sounds." Skye looks away, trying to maintain her composure. "Is this why the bus is accident proof? For me?"
Skye turns her head and uses her hair as a curtain as she mumbles her response.
"What was that?" Jemma asks despite knowing the answer. "I didn't quite catch that."
Skye whips her head back to the scientist before letting out a sigh. "Yes fine…" she sighs again. "Maybe, I do have a crush on you. But to be fair, I am trying to look out for you in general. Since you jumped out of the bus, I've been freaking out about what other accidents could happen on this bus. Especially in the lab. Jemma, you work with pretty dangerous stuff."
Jemma starts laughing. "Oh, Skye, of course, I work with dangerous things. I am a scientist."
"Come on, it's not funny. I just worry." Suddenly those soft brown eyes turn into pleading ones. One of fear and sadness. Jemma senses that, knowing it is tough never knowing whether or not this job was going to kill you or not.
This time, Jemma sighs. "Skye, sweetheart, nothing is going to happen to me. Or to anyone else on the bus. As long as we've got each other, we will be safe. Trust me on that." She stares directly into Skye's eyes hoping that her sincerity and truth comes through. Skye sees this and slowly nods sheepishly. She drops her head. "So can these accident proof things…begone?"
Skye lets out a light laugh. "Okay okay…did Coulson put you up to this?"
She hesitates to answer but scrunches up her nose and nods. "Yes, of course."
"He's probably just mad I took his collectibles without him noticing."
"Skye!"
"What? They could've been dangerous!"
"Oh dear—-"
"Please don't be mad at me!"
Jemma rolls her eyes and places her hand on Skye's cheek, bringing their faces closer to one another. She presses her lips gently against Skye's for a kiss before pulling back.
"Thank you, Skye."